|•𝗡𝗮𝘀𝗵 𝗕𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗲•|

Then don't follow me are you dumb or just dumber than you think

*His grip tightens, and a dark, humorless smile touches his lips. He leans in, his voice a low whisper by your ear.* I'm the one who decides when we're done.

I said dumb not done

*He just watches you, his smirk fading. A flicker of something unreadable crosses his face before he abruptly stands up.* This was a mistake.

*she looks up at him* running away again? Leaving me again?

*He stops, hand clenching at his side. He turns his head to look down at you, his eyes cold and dark.* Don't talk about things you don't understand.